All Chapters of Rebel Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Carla paces restlessly, her nervous energy consuming the small space. Her aura feels so heavy that it’s impossible to breathe near her.“What’s wrong, Aunt?” Inés asks, noticing her extreme unease. She had never seen her like this before. She even seems afraid, but… of what?“Don't call me that!” the woman shouts, letting out a strange growl that leaves Inés even more confused. “Don't.ever.call.me.that.again.”The young woman moves backward until her back meets a rigid, cold structure, trying to process what is happening. Carla has been acting very strangely since the day before yesterday. Even though she knows her multiple personalities better than anyone in the pack, right now, she’s looking at her as if she were a complete stranger.“Maybe if you tell me why we’re hiding, I can help.”“The only thing you need to do is keep that pup in your womb alive until it’s born. At the very least, that—since you weren’t even capable, all these years, of winning over that useless Alpha.”“Alpha

Hours earlier… Selene sleeps deeply while Connor watches her closely. Sorem purrs on her chest, and despite multiple attempts to convince him to return to his own room, he refuses. Even Uriel has tried to persuade him more than once, but without success. “You need care too, Alpha. Those wounds don’t look good,” says Doctor Moreira, approaching to check Selene’s vital signs. “The moon is stable and asleep; there’s no need for you to stay by her side all the time.” Connor says nothing. However, he remains clinging to her hand. Of course, he feels pain—his wounds have yet to heal—but being with her is his priority now. Seeing his resolve, both Moreira and Uriel give up and leave them alone. The Alpha lies down beside his mate, and by instinct, Selene nestles against his chest. Both of them relax until they fall asleep, tightly embraced. When Selene wakes up, the scent of her mate sends a not-so-subtle shiver through her entire body. She doesn’t need to open her eyes to know w

Saya watches the events unfold from a distance. Her aura is intensifying rapidly as she sees the members of her pack attacking her grandfather and the others. They are all obeying Carla—or rather, the monster that is now revealing its true face. Her blood boils within her veins, unable to tolerate what is happening. However, she remains out of sight, waiting until she has a clear objective. Dr. Moreira is right—she must be cautious and move carefully to avoid endangering her pup. Charging in without a plan is, in fact, a very bad plan.From her position, her gaze remains locked on the monster responsible for all this chaos. Her fury grows, and with a low growl, the lowest branches of the sequoias begin to spiral and tremble, alerting Eisheth. A portion of the dark mist disperses for a few seconds before settling back into place. The Terrakai begin to grow uneasy. No one understands what is happening—except the spirits of the earth, who can sense their goddess, gifted by the moon, near

One week later…Limping, Kaelan walks through the clinic’s hallways until he reaches one of the rooms. He opens the door, and his smile widens at the sight of the red-haired woman busily tending to the children."You shouldn’t be wandering around here, King Kaelan," Clarisse says, still with her back to him. "As far as I know, the doctor hasn’t discharged you yet.""If Muhammad won’t go to the mountain, then the mountain must go to Muhammad," he replies, stepping closer to her. His mere proximity makes the hairs on her body stand on end."I’m busy," Clarisse points toward the room. Fortunately, all the pups are recovering well, and it seems they’ll be discharged soon. "And you’re still injured. Go back to your room, please."Kaelan moves even closer. His nose brushes against her neck, and she shudders instantly."I needed to smell your scent," he says, inhaling deeply. "I’d heal faster if you visited me more often. I’m your mate."Clarisse swallows hard, trying to loosen the knot in h

Somewhere in the Highlands…Lilith walks slowly, carrying a tray of food in her hands. It’s likely that Selene won’t touch it, just like she hasn’t in the past few days, but she still tries to get her to change her mind. She opens the door and enters with a broad smile."Good morning," she greets her. "How are you feeling this morning?""Good morning," Selene responds in a low, slightly hoarse voice. "I feel much better, Aunt. The wound barely hurts anymore.""That concoction I made never fails. I knew it would help with your injury, but that’s not what I’m asking about, Selene." Lilith places the tray on the small terrace table before returning to sit beside her on the bed. "I mean this." She points at Selene’s chest. "How is that heart feeling today?"Selene averts her gaze without answering. There’s no need to be a mind reader to know what’s going through her head right now. In the days she has been here, Lilith has learned to read her well—she knows she’s suffering deeply, but lea